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The World is a bright place, created by the four Embodiments at the Beginning. Law and Chaos bickered furiously, and from their many clashes came Good and Evil. 27 gods were created by the ensuing clashes of power, and they in turn shaped the World. Chaos left everything alone, only if he was allowed to have free reign on the world for 3 years, after 1 millennia. These millennia are called Ages, and each Age is different from the one before. Very few survive to see a new Age, but Chaos over looks some, out of pure unpredictability. The Gods reshape the world each Age, sometimes from the very beginning, and sometimes from a bookmarked time. Each God places something in their world, and the only constant is the races that are added.

Your, or should I say, our story, takes place in one such an age. You see, we are mercenaries. We are simple fighting folk, magical or not, and are merely living. But the thing we over look is that there is always strife in the World. Though we are meant to be great, you and I, greatness comes at a price. A price recorded here, or blood and love and great and terrible things. We face each of these trials head on, where lesser beings would fall or flee. For we are no mere result of atoms smashing together, of a random genetic lottery. We were hand shaped by the gods, to do great things. This is our story, as recorded by Tol, the Ever Scribe, Historian of All Things, Lord-god of All Scroll, Knowledge, and Records.
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Now that I have that out of the way, I would like to welcome you to this RP. Hopefully it flourishes quickly and prosperously.

First off, rules. All general forum rules apply, all RP forums rules apply. https://theforbiddenforums.rpg-board.net/t5-r-rated-rp-rules

Second, I can call godmod, metagame, bunnying, and all that good stuff when necessary.

Third, I hold the right to reject any bio presented. My word is law!

Bio format is below.

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[b]Name:[/b]
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[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Moral Alignment:[/b]
[i]Occupation:[/i](Should have mercenary somewhere here)

[i]Skills and Abilities:[/i]

[i]Spells:[/i]

[b]Voice:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]
[u]Likes:[/u]
[u]Dislikes:[/u]

[b]History:[/b]

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[i]Character Theme Song:[/i]

This 1x1 is strictly rated R. No sex plz.

INTEREST

INTEREST!

INTEREST!!

INTEREST!!!

Interest~

Name: Nevativa Hallow
Age: She looks 24
Race: Yufica- A being that is often mistaken as a griffin. The true form of a Yufica is a lion that can range in a variety of colors as well as the normal tan and has wings on its back. The wings can be feathered or leather-like. Depending on their wings, their fur can also carry feathers or rough scales.
Another way these creatures are different from your average Griffin is their ability to use magic. The most prominent is Earth and Wind magic, but isn’t uncommon to find a fire or water Yufica. They can shapeshift between a human disguise and their natural form as well, making it easy to fit into a human world.
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: A Teacher for the melee squads

Skills and Abilities:
Nimble Balance- Because she is a cat, she is able to be light on her toes and makes little noise when she moves.

Yufica Sense- Her senses are heightened and are as good as a cat and falcon’s.

Spells:
Mountain Wind- A spell that lets her summon a gust of wind that swirls around. It doesn’t turn into a hurricane or tornado, but it can lift many people into the air.

Scissor Cut- Combined with Mountain Wind, it can rip at her targets until they are nothing more than confetti. Without the combination, it can only cut at targets limp’s. This attack is exhausting the more people that are caught up in her winds.

Plentiful Air- For a few seconds, she can disorient her foe by sweeping the oxygen particles around them. They become unable to breath in any oxygen for those few seconds and can give Nevativa time to attack or escape.

Thorn Situation- She can grow vines from the ground in seconds that can wrap around targets. The thicker and stronger the vines, the more she is drained afterward.

Rich Death- If trees are present and they can bear fruit, she can touch the tree and make a blooming bit of fruit grow faster. The problem is she doesn’t have much control over this power. When a piece of fruit that she creates is ripe in the next few minutes, eating it can leave someone to be dreadfully ill. She hasn’t found out how to get rid of the poison that she accidentally injects into her fruit…

Voice: Even though she is a mezzo soprano, she is fierce and loud. She calls out orders with purpose and often likes to scare the daylights out of people. Her voice lightens when in battle and her opponent doesn’t feel like dying especially when she can have fun with it. A smug smirk also comes to her face when her voice changes to such.
Appearance: In her human form, she has pretty white hair that reaches to her upper back, but some is cut at her ears. She also has bangs that can sometimes fall into her eyes. The few strands that are long are tied in a low ponytail that she wears to one side. Her build is slender, but she is stronger than she looks. She is also albino with pale skin and dark red eyes. When being casual, she wears hoodies and jeans with the occasional skirt as well as an undershirt or a tank top. When she is teaching of in battle she wears a full leather outfit to defend herself and carries an abundance of daggers, swords, and shurikens.
In her Yukica form, She is a white lion with white wings with black tips on the feathers. Being a female she doesn’t have a mane, but she has a few feathers that circle around her neck. Feathers also coat around her knees and on the end of her tail.

Personality: Fierce and loud when training her troops. She never lets herself slip up in her training and even though she is young, she still can bring fear into other’s eyes. In battle she loosens up a bit as she gives her foes smirks and grins as she uses the wind to rip them apart. Her favorite thing about fighting is how much fun it can be when she feels the blades clash.
When on her own and feeling at peace in the safety of her land’s jungles, she is closer to being a lion cub than a hungry adult.
Likes: Games, meat, prey, having fun, magic, scaring new troops shitless
Dislikes: Idiots, ignorance, cold, whiners and criers.

History: As boring and ridiculous as it may seem, Nevativa was abandoned as a cub. She was the runt of seven cubs and her mother didn't noticed her gone in the snow that day. She was cold and hungry with no sight yet as she crawled around on the floor. The reason she is still around is because of an adult monkey that found her and found she was no harm. Nevativa was positive after she grew up a bit with the monkey that it was a shapeshifter since a regular monkey would have never helped a winged lion. When she became old enough to fend for herself, she found herself wanting to protect the Kingdom of Semericks. She started as a simple troop and soon found the pleasure of fighting. When she became a teacher, she made sure to keep herself in line and strict, finding even more pleasure in scaring them.

Strengths: Very quick and can cause a lot of damage. Her ability to sense people with her heightened senses
Weaknesses: She hates water unless it is in a container to drink from.

Character Theme Song: Edge and Pearl by Machinae Supremacy

Color me black with interest

Boom

Name: Miralchia Chedash
Age: 404
Race: Haslema (The humanoid spawn caused by copulation between humans and demihumans of any kind. They are born with a brand proving their heritage and ages three times slower than humans. However they bear no further benefit from the demihuman heritage)
Gender: Female
Alignment: True Neutral
Occupation: Mercinary/Mage

Skills and Abilities: Tactical mind and very quick on her feet. She can decipher most languages instantly. She is unskilled in using weapons.

Spells: Light Shot: A simple solid ball of light.
Barrier of Light: A solid empty sphere of light surrounds the caster or an ally to protect it from outside attacks
Shatterguard: The barrier shatters and it's shards shot towards the nearest foe to the one protected to tear at their body.
Corona: A bright ball of light that emits blinding targets before detonating.
Smite: A blast of light from above that sears the targets skin due to it's intensity.
Holy Word: Wrapping the target in light this spell soothes pain and heals wounds.

Voice: Mid-high pitch that seems to carry some wisdom.
Appearance: She wears basic skyblue mages robes, and that is literally it. She has lengthy silver hair and amber eyes.

Personality: On first appearance she may apear naive or uncaring, but she has kept her emotions hidden for too long. She is, however, shameless and rather flirty. Deep down she's just a woman loking for acceptance.
Likes: Money, Monterro Mortimer Mancheterre, Demons, Magic
Dislikes: Pain, corruption, Betrayers, cheese.

History: Shunned by her kin she's known only a life of a lone nomad. The light magic she knows is hereditory and her time as a mercinary has allowed her to hone it to a high level of mastery. She has become notorious as a light mage of immense skill.

Strengths: Both magical offense and defense along with her agility.
Weaknesses: She is physically weak and unable to take many hits.

Character Theme Song:

I have concluded, for each of the bios submitted, I will challenge myself to make and play a new character. It may be a bit challenging for me, but ohwell.

Monterro will be Mech's partner:

Name: Monterro Mortimer Mancheterre
Age: 23
Race: Quarter demon, quarter divine servant, half human mix.
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Mercenary, pirate, mage, swordsmen, bounty hunter, whatever pays.

Skills and Abilities: Mastery of hellfire and restorative light magic, skill with his scimitar, hand to hand skills, and two ancient beings in his head. He can climb, he can swim, he can run, and knows a lot of basic survival skills and first aid.

Spells:

Heal: Using his left hand and amulet, he can purge someone's body of poisens and toxins, and can seal wounds and stop bleeding. Magical effects are beyond him though, unfortunatly.

Light: Monterro can summon a ball of elemental light in his left hand, which is useful in dark places and against creatures of darkness like the undead.

Hellfire: Monterro can control pure demonic hellfire with his entire right side, whether it be to throw fire balls or create a shield of fire to defend himself.

Voice: A sort of raspy baritone, like dried leaves being crinkled and smashed with rocks by rolling. This is mostly a mask though. He keeps his actual voice, a deep and commanding baritone for when he needs to intimidate and inspire.
Appearance: Monterro stands at six feet tall and weighs in at 190 pounds, being all muscle. He is clean shaven, and wears his brown hair short except for the bangs he lets grow over his eyes. He has two scars on his face, one on the corner of his left eye, trailing down to the corner of his mouth, the other slashing diagonally across his face from right to left. His right eye is a deep purple, while his left shines a rich yellow. He can usually be seen toting around a curved scimitar on his belt, which he calls HellLight and wearing a simple set of studded leather armor. His amulets are chained to the wrists of their respected sides.

Personality: Monterro is caring, kind, independant, and a little insane because of the constant bickering in his head. He is quick to utilize a situation if he can, and usually has a plan B if things go to hell. He doesn't work well with others, save his partner Miralchia, who seems to be the only person ever to not call him a complete nutter at first sight. Monterro is free spirited, and can be hot headed when he feels he may be binding himself to something. He enjoys a good joke, and is still pretty innocent and is constantly being told by his mother that girls are making advances on him while his grandfather gives him dating advice from the lower planes.
Likes: Cheese, fire, HellLight, dogs, and sleeping under the stars.
Dislikes: Unnecessary death, vows, codes, or rules.

History:Monterro was born 23 years ago in a small village. His life was mostly uneventful until his 16th birthday, when his father took the time to explain his heritage. After the family history, his father launched into a speech about how, “things happened for the best,” and, “this would change his entire perspective on life,” just as Monterro’s vision went black and his head hit the table they were sitting at.

Monterro woke up what felt like a short time later with a pack laying on his chest and an amulet in each of his hands. He sat up and absently stared at the two swirling clouds in the amulets, and a voice from the right side of his mind chimed in, “That is hellfire, the one on the right, the orange. Powerful and dangerous, a tool of us demons.” Another chimed in from the left, this one female, “Ohhhh, pure light. You have a charitable father, young one”
At first Monterro was surprised and alarmed at the voices, but they quickly explained what they were and how they had gotten there. His grandfather, a powerful demon, was sealed to the right side of his body, while his mother, a divine servant, was sealed to the left. He now had the wisdom and intelligence of two ancient beings, as well as their power with his two amulets containing these two powerful elements.

HellLight was his first payment as a mercenary and has never left his side since. He's done odd jobs with odd people for a good five years now, and finally took on a long term partner after he realized if he was really going to get his name known, he couldn't do it by himself.

Strengths: Free spirited, mastery of hellfire, healing capabilities, good with a blade, easy on the eyes.
Weaknesses: Hot headed, not many allies, independent, a bit ignorant.

Character Theme Song

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Hawky, will edit in a bio for Riprose Rehorn, rogue, pirate, mercenary, hunter, and woman killer tomorrow.

Name: Riprose Rehorn, "Silvertongue," "Shadow with pink eyes," or "That damn Elf" to anyone in a position of authority or fathers of attractive woman.
Age: 143
Race: Elf; Pointed ears, good senses.
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Chaotic good
Occupation: Rogue, pirate, mercenary, hunter, and thief

Skills and Abilities: Riprose is elven rogue, and is famous for being able to sneak into any vault and any pair of panties. He has yet to be denied by any woman, or stopped by any lock or trap. He is proficient with both of his short sword, usually using them at the same time, if at all. He is well versed in botany and alchemy, as well as first aid and survival training. His tongue is his most important weapon, as he often uses it to talk his way out of most any situation. He was taught all his childhood how to not be seen in and out of the wilderness, and can implement that ability whenever he wishes. And, as any form of elf, his senses are more enhanced than regular humanoids.

Spells: No spells.

Voice: A silky tenor, able to talk the lock off any guarded door or the pants off of any woman.
Appearance: Riprose has a lean, tall build, standing at 6'0" and weighing in at 187 pounds. His skin is unblemished, free of scarring or other marks. His brown hair grows long, treading well past his shoulder blades. His skin is dark and tanned, but the most amazing feature of him is his eyes, which glow with a feint iridescent pink glow. He can usually be seen wearing a red sleeved leather vest that is never buttoned up as far as it should, revealing much of his chest. He wears lose fitting leather pants, and smooth leather boots. He can be seen normally with two lose fitting belts, one holding an assortment of pouches and pockets, the other carrying his sheathed short swords.

Personality: Riprose is very self confident in his ability to do almost anything. He is a rather amazing person after all. He can be a little annoying at times, but he usually can make up for these annoyances by saving your tail when you need it. Usually. He takes advantage of people who don't seem to be the most pleasant humanoids on the earth, but really possess a heart of gold when it comes down to moral choices.
Likes: Woman, gold, gems, happiness, beauty.
Dislikes: Evil, poverty, tight pants, demons.

History: Riprose was orphaned at a small age by demons which destroyed the village he was born in. He was migrating by three decades, teaching himself how to sneak, steal, and live off the land. One day, in a port town, he got a little to eager with his fingers and nearly got killed by a sailor as he attempted to relieve him of the gold burning a hole in his pocket. He was hauled aboard the ship, where the captain was asked what to do with him. He somehow convinced the old sea dog it was a good idea to take him on into the crew, and has spent all but three years of his current life sailing on that exact same pirate ship. He was taught how to fight, how to pick locks, how to sneak, and other things that might help a thief if he ever needs it. The old ship was sunk not two years ago. Since then, Rip has been doing odd jobs as a mercenary, just trying to survive.

Recently, he has been hired on by the Semmericks to fight in the war by doing spy work and espionage, but he told them he told them he wouldn't do it without a partner. They told him to pick whoever he wished. Currently he has a his eyes on a female drill sergeant, who seems to be good in a fight and not the worst looking lass in the world.

Strengths: Good talker, stealthy, quick fingers.
Weaknesses: Stubborn, not the best physique for fighting, not the most honest person alive.

Character Theme Song:

Name:Soluna Solaria
Age:23
Race:Space Twilight Fairy (I’ll explain later.)
Gender:Female
Moral Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Occupation:(Should have mercenary somewhere here)Mercenary, Dancer, Librarian, Writer, Artist, professional fighter etc.

Skills and Abilities:
She is a very lithe and agile character. She can pick locks, fly, and perform. She is a skilled dancer and she is extremely flexible. She can write and memorize things quickly. While she doesn’t have a photographic memory, the thing she memorized stays in her head and if she forgets she just needs something to remind her of it and she remembers it perfectly. She can transform on the dot and she is a master negotiator, or at least she thinks so. She was trained for years in the art of the sword. She prefers her powers to a sword, but she prefers a sword to a gun. To her guns are reckless. She has no talent at all in cooking or mixing chemicals.

Spells:
Transformation- Whenever the other side wants control, Soluna has an inner war with herself as her light and dark sides fight over control. Her transformation time lasts around 3-5 seconds.
Twilight Beam- She combines her light and dark energy into a massive beam that destroys anything in its path. It only goes in one direction and cannot turn.
Flight- She can fly. Its not hard for her to get a few feet off the ground but the higher she goes the harder it gets to fly.
Light control- She has control over light meaning she can make energy balls with it, beams, light up a room, and other such.
Darkness Control- See above, except she can make lights go out and not turn back on for a while.
Weather Control- Depending on her mood and what form she is in, the weather might bend to her will. (Light Form- Angry= hot Sad=rainy Dark Form- Angry= Typhoon Sad= Snowstorm.)Weather will vary.
((Might find more later…))

Voice: She has a light soprano voice in her light form. And a alto voice in her dark form. In her twilight form she stays at a neutral mezzosoprano.
Appearance:
Light form- Her clothes change to a yellow or white tone, regardless of the color before. Normally if she is wearing pants, they will often become white skinny jeans or trousers. If she is wearing a skirt it will shorten to about halfway up her thigh. Her shirt becomes the colors above and it gets tight and lower cut. Her hair becomes blond and curly and her eyes change to a light green. This is all by power over light. Her wings look like fire. They are constantly flowing in orange and yellow hues.
Dark Form- Her clothes change to a dark blue or black tone, regardless of the previous color. If she was wearing pants, they become black and baggy. If she was wearing a skirt, it reaches down to her ankle with a simple pleated pattern. Her shirt becomes the colors above and it gets loose and modest. Her hair becomes black and straight. Her eyes turn a dark blue. Her wings are pure black. They are sharp tipped and sinister looking.
Twilight form- Her clothes become a darkish blue with white spots or lines. They stay at a neutral spot, skirt at the knee, pants nicely fitting and shirt just right. Her hair becomes dark blue with white and light blue highlights. Her eyes become a fierce yellow. Her wings are more rounded and are dark blue speckled with white.

Personality:
Light Form- She is perky and flirty. She is not afraid to speak her mind and let her thoughts run wild. This is her dancer and flirter side. She will flirt to get what she wants and will flirt even if she doesn’t want anything.
Dark Form- She is shy and semi gloomy. She is very timid and wont speak her mind often. This is her artistic side. She doesn’t like being near people in this form. This is her most common form.
Twilight form- Only achievable in battle or intense situations. She is calm and collected but kind of forceful. She will speak her mind and get things done.
Likes:Depends on the form. She likes chocolate, music and art in any form.
Dislikes:Depends on the form. She hates spiders and snakes in any form.

History:She was born in the stars. When a meteor crashed to earth she crawled out. She was around 4 then. An elderly couple took her in when they found her among the flames. She was a hassle to deal with because she was constantly switching forms, btu they liked it all the same. The old man was a swordsmith and taught her to use the sword. The old woman was a chef, she wouldn’t let Soluna near the kitchen. When they died at 19 she went off on her own to go learn new trades. She was well funded by the money they left her with. She fought in a minor war between rival cities and won. This led her to be a fighter. She took up other interests in order to keep her busy.

Strengths: She is good at fighting in general. She is skilled in dancing and doing many artistic and female oriented things. She is a skilled assassin and very quiet at times.
Weaknesses:She cannot cook. Or do alchemy. And she is not good in bug oriented areas.

Character Theme Song:
Mrz. Hyde- Halestrom

Here he is, my grist ever rp char revived!

Name: Jhono Sanderguar
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: male
Moral Alignment: Good
Occupation:(Should have mercenary somewhere here) Ranger, strategist , and mercenary

Skills and Abilities: .Ok , with hand weapons such as swords, daggers, and knifes. Is great with a bow, he also known’s a handful of offensive wind spells.


Spells:

Wind gust: Can send a gust of wind powerful enough to knock you off you’re feet.

Flight: Can manipulate the wind and air around him to propel him into the air.

Wind spike: By slamming his staff on the ground, he can cause major wind spikes.

Wind lock: Can lift you into the air and make it so if it`s like the wind around you locks, where you can`t move


Voice: Really high pitched voice for a 17 year old.

Appearance: : Jhono is rather skinny for his age. His hair is dirty blond. He has deep sea blue eyes. He has very pale skin. As for clothes he wears an orange cotton shirt, black gloves, black boots, brown pants, and a pair of spectacles. He stands at 5/5 and weighs in at 173 kilograms.

Personality: He is an outgoing, smart, curious, hot tempered, and humorous young man. He is looked down upon by others on the battlefield because; he is so young and short. He is also very curious and has been known to stick his noise were it don`t belong, he also has gynophobia or fear of women though his heart does long for a relationship. He often wrestles, between common morals and his own beliefs.


Likes: Science, silence, knowledge, women, writing, reading, fighting with a bow, tracking people, and cracking jokes.

Dislikes: Talking, talking to women, brutes, certain common believes, people who are to stupid for there own good, people who are to serious for there own good, and people who laugh at him.

History: As boy Jhono grew up in a small town. Most of the boys his age in the town were big and brute like, while Jhono was small and skinny. Though he was small he was a good bowmen and expert at making battle plans. Though, no one cared about that. His only friends were his family. Every one in town believed that boy`s and men should be big and rely on brute strength. He soon figured out that he did not fit in. at the age of 13, he left the town. His parents pleaded and try`ed to make him stay. They said he was too young. Though he knew he could not stay in this town. Before he left each member of his family gave him each one gift. One, weapon, for, his journeys, a bronze battle knife his grandpa, a normal metal dagger from his mother, from his brother; a dagger with a special poison on the tip, from his sister a short blade , and from his father a bow and arrow set. He wandered around for a few years, though never really had a home, he learned some wind magic, and became a mercenary to make ends meet.


Strengths: : He is very smart. Ever since he was little he wanted to study and learn about every little thing. He knows a lot about, Wildlife, and Battle Tactics, He also has a fierce determination; if he sets his mind to something he will get it done. He is also very brave and courageous

Weaknesses: : He is a little to curious, many a time has he ended up in a sticky situation by sticking his nose was it didn’t belong. He is very hot tempered, he has made several enemies over something small that he found offensive! His most fatal flaw is that he wants to prove himself so badly. It can put him way over the edge, and into a situation above his head. Has a major pressure point on his lower back.

Character Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0663NDuG_Ew

Jaxcel, Soluna's partner.

Name: Jaxcel Mikilos
Age: 24
Race: Rune elf
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Occupation: Shifter, pack leader, animal control, mercenary.

Skills and Abilities: Jaxcel is a shifter, meaning he can take on almost any form when he wants. Mind you, his powers are completely instinctual, as he has never had a teacher, so there are some limits to what he can do. While in animal form, he has the ability to create a telepathic link with intelligent beings, and can communicate with humanoids and animals alike.

Spells: Not really spells, but the telepathy thing and the shape shifting.

Voice: Well, it's sort of a this masculine baritone, with a lot of feral grit in there.
Appearance: Shush, not telling. Usually an animal form. When, and this is very rare, mind you, he is in elven form, he is dressed in all furs, with long shaggy brown hair and tanned skin. He is tall, 6'6", and muscular. He has green eyes, and a rune that means, "Skin-jumper," is engraved as a scar under his right eye.

Personality: Jax is a feral person, a pack leader, fiercely loyal, and with a just sense of neutrality and good. He hates to see evil treading anywhere, and will go out of his way to destroy it at all costs. He hates aligning himself to anything, lawful or chaotic, as he sees himself a a paragon of nature. He is loyal to his loved ones, which basically entitles only his partner at the moment. He's proud, sometimes slipping into vanity.
Likes: Leading, Goodness, the outdoors, Soluna, no matter what form she's in, and music.
Dislikes: Evil, submission, the binds of alliances, being mistaken for a pet.

History: Jax was orphaned immediately after receiving his rune. He stayed in a forest, a wailing baby, before he unconsiously changed into a wolf pup. He was soon picked up by a pack, and was raised with them for fifteen years. He grew in that form, and became alpha male as he reached 16. He left after he was driven out, and fell asleep under a weeping willow tree. He woke up to find he was no longer a wolf, but a bear, and that if he concentrated hard enough, he could change into things like a rabbit and other woodland animals. He wondered the forest, sometimes hunting, sometimes grazing, and sometimes just exploring. He killed any evil creature unfortunate enough to wander in, and was found by a druid some years later. At 20, the druid taught him how to form empathetic links, and speak the common tongue, as well as elvish and a few others. As they camped together one night, he shifted into the form of a very tall and very naked elvish man. The druid, finding this odd curiosity, left him furs to clothe himself with, and left him, keeping that strange oddity a secret.

The past three years have been odd jobs as a mercenary for Jax. Recently he binded himself to a odd girl with multiple personalities.

Strengths: Can take on any animal form effectively, doesn't need to speak, and is a mystery to everyone.
Weaknesses: Fiercly loyal, often putting himself in danger, a little overly proud, a little reckless.

Character Theme Song:

Color me interested.

Name: Allister Balfour
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Life for Hire. Will do anything if there's food or money in it.

Skills and Abilities: Anything that involves a strong arm. Whether it be swinging a sword or a woodcutters axe, to mining, to carrying shipments, he's just all around useful

Spells: Knows very little magic.
Healing- self explanatory
Basic Fire Casting- Casts basic fire techniques

Voice: slightly deep, a flat tone that isn't too annoying.
Appearance: Long blonde hair, a scar right above his left eye, both eyes are a beautiful sapphire blue. leaning more on the muscular side of the average build, seen usually wearing black garb or Lightweight Armor.

Personality: Very likeable, simple, humorous.
Likes: Honest hard work, reading, writing songs, poems, and stories, sleeping under the stars.
Dislikes: Detests lying and cheating but will do so if he must, bad books, songs, poems, or songs, cloudy skies.

History: Grew up in a small forest village within the Gregleton Monarchy. His parents taught him to always be neutral and be helpful to anyone he can. Always live by the morals he was taught and make a mark in life. When he was 15, he left the village and has been traveling since.

Strengths: His friends, comrades, and supporters.
Weaknesses: When someone he treasures is in danger he will usually give in to any demand made as long as it gets that person safety.

Theme Song:
I Stand by We as Human

Jhono's partner, Stephen Mikilos.

Name: Stephen Mikilos
Age: 25
Race:Nesterel.(One of the nomadic cat people of the south deserts. The Nesterel Stand a few inches taller than most humans, and all share the same similar aspects of fur, toe walking, tails, elongated pointed ears, more canine teeth than any other humanoids, claws, whiskers, a snub nose, cat-like pupils, pads on their feet resulting in less movement noise, and the ability to see in the dark. They also possess heightened senses, being able to smell odors and hear things a normal human could not.
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Neutral good.
Occupation: Hunter, mercenary, sellsword, Brave

Skills and Abilities: Stephen can use his roar to scare and stun. He has the rare ability to see Nesterel spirits, and this expands also to the spirits of the dead of other races as well. He can enter a Nesterel Blood Frenzy, giving him a higher pain tolerance as well as more strength and constitution.

Spells: No spells.

Voice: A deep baritone, rough and feral, filled with a celtic lilt.
Appearance: Stephen is well built, standing at 6' 2" and still growing. He weighs in at 195 pounds, and is well muscled. His fur is white, with black tiger stripes. He has a pink nose and whiskers protruding slightly from his face. Three ragged scars run down the front of his face given to him from claws of another Nesterel. His ears point out from his skull, with three rings in his right ear. The left is ragged and cut, the rings having been ripped out earlier. He wears hide armor, made out of the leather of a desert lion. For headgear, he wears the skull of the same cat, padded inside with feathers and leather. He carries a scimitar, covered in runes to enhance it's effectiveness and durability, as well as a axe with the same runes. His club is a tribal weapon, made out of the femur of a lion, with leather cords wrapped around to provide a grip, as well as added feathers and other decorations.

Personality: Stephen is a blunt and feral type of person. He gets to the point, and usually doesn't go for finesse. If he had the option of picking a lock and going in quietly with surprise, he'd kick down the door and slash and hack. Stephen always keeps his word, and is loyal to those he trusts. He is easily annoyed, and has a short temper. If angered, he will growl as a warning, before most likely throwing a punch or stabbing someone.
Likes: The outdoors, Women of other races, food, battle, bravery.
Dislikes: Cowardliness, idiocy, complications, evil, hesitation.

History: Stephen was born in the southern desert, to a small group of Nesterel. He was teased often for his odd coloring, but the Braves of his wandering village would always bail him out. His father was a herder, and his mother a matron figure in the village, and Stephen was set to be a herder like his father, no matter his outcries of protest that he was to be a warrior.

Until one day, when a rival tribe came. In the dead of night, the evil and devious braves of the tribe swept through Stephen's murdering woman, children, and men alike. If it were not for Stephen's wonderful little sand fairy, Ceilia, who he had known since he was three, he would have died. She woke him as they approached his tent, and informed him they had killed his parents, and he was next. He left quickly, taking with him only a stick and a prized lion hide his father had given him the year he reached adolescence.

He crafted his weapons and armor at 20, after meeting Jhono and deciding to become a mercenary. He has traveled with the man since, and they have become good friends.

Strengths: Great strength and constitution, as well as hunter instincts and cat-like reflexes and senses.
Weaknesses: Feral, blunt, and doesn't like to think ahead. Sometimes too proud for his own good.

Name: Greyson Mieczyslaw
Age: 600+
Race: Daiyōkai
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Lawful Good
Occupation: Swordsman; Elite Mercenary tactician

Skills and Abilities:

Advanced Mastery in Katana Wielding: Greyson has proved himself to be downright lethal with katanas. He can pull off near-impossible moves while dual-wielding, and can become a spinning death hurricane when tri-wielding

Master Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Greyson can also fight back opponents with his bare hands and coordinated combination attacks involving kicks and flips

Yōkai Attributes: Includes stamina, flight by transforming into purple light particles, hyper-developed senses, natural charisma, immortality, super strength, speed, durability and endurance, demon transformation, precognition, immunity to fire

Spells:

Corrosive Magic:Greyson can coat his katanas and claws in a golden corrosive and destructive poison. It can burn flesh easily, and can be directed into physical attacks, such as punches

Voice: Greyson's voice always betrays his real age. He has a sudden commanding and deep voice that garners the attention of even his enemies in combat. He talks with an assertive voice and carries the attitude of an elderly scholar. It's difficult not to understand his clear accent

Appearance:

(Normally) Greyson has elbow-length black spiky hair with a slight purple tint, smooth featureless fair skin and a smooth rounded face. His left eye retains his biological sharp grey color but his right eye isn't his biological. Instead, it is the eye of Vladimir Baku, given to him by Azrael as a means to boost his son's charismatic effect on yōkai, with exceptional results. His body is exceptionally lean-builded borderline muscular and the height of 6'4" to match it. He dons black jeans with a grey t-shirt that has black collar and sleeve trims, black boots and an x-shaped belt with his six katanas tied (three on the left, three on the right)

(Yōkai) Greyson's hair shortens to his shoulders and becomes grey, spiking up in the front with two distinct pieces of hair resembling horns. He dons a white cloak with a high collar, black pants and boots and a grey mthrill version of his t-shirt. His nails become claws and his normal eye becomes golden. Faint shadows form around his eyes, and he emits a red yoki aura. He gains back the six katanas

(True Yōkai) Greyson simply becomes a noppera-bō, a Humanoid yōkai with a smooth, featureless face. His five senses are exceptionally increased at the cost of decreased strength

Personality: Probably the most level-headed person anyone will ever meet, Greyson is the epitome of benevolence and kindness whose selflessness exceeds his own powers. With quick wits, fast thinking and overall respect to everyone (even opponents) it's hard NOT to want to be Greyson's friend. However, he doesn't talk as much and rarely gets into long conversations
Likes: Ramen, strawberries, fruits and vegetables, a good fight, quiet time
Dislikes: Arrogance, loud people, wicked and unjust

History: Greyson served as his role as a daiyōkai for a set of mountain ranges in a far off land in the east. However, after unseen circumstances he now works as a tactician

Strengths: Yoki, darkness, light, fire
Weaknesses: Holy/Divine magic -not including light magic-

Character Theme Song:

Greyson's partner, Essalin.

Name: Essalin Greyheart
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Spy, assassin, sword for hire.

Skills and Abilities: Essalin was trained as a kunoichi, or female ninja, at a young age. Her reflexes and skill at hiding and sneaking are unmatched. She can pick almost any door, and defuse almost any trap. She has control of shadows magic, being able to animate them into something solid, or draw them around herself to hide. She is skilled in the use of a katana, and wields her's with impressive speed and deadly grace. She is very good with botany, able to form healing salves or deadly poisons out of the most common of plants. She is easily charasmatic, and can usually use her good looks to get what she wants.

Spells: She has control of shadows, able to form and shape them, and bring them around herself, but nothing more than that.

Voice: A silky soprano, easy to get lost in and easier to listen to.
Appearance: Essy is a tall girl, standing at 5' 11", and weighing 125 pounds. She is all bone and muscle, slim and sexy. Her skin is flawless, no scars or blemishes to disfigure it. Her hair is blond and long, and pulled back into what seems to be a perpetual braid, as she almost never let's it out. She wears leather armor when on a job, black and tight against her skin, while not restricting too much on her movement. When out of a job, she usually allows herself to relax into a fitting dress, variant with sleeves and no sleeves, usually blue or yellow. She never wears a mask, as she is a kunoichi without a clan.

Personality: Essalin is a free spirit, often taking the outdoors over a inn. She enjoys being free and unbound, which is part of the reason she left her clan. She hates evil deeds, and often will forgo the law and other social codes to help those in need. She is kind and bubbly, if a little overwhelming at times, and not at all like your typical ninja.
Likes: Chocolate, katana's, freedom, happiness, Greyson.
Dislikes: Suffering, unnecessary death, Evil, social bonds.

History: Essalin was born into the Mantis ninja clan, and was raised in the arts of her respective clan. They were masters of shadow magic and sneaking. When she reached 18, she completed her initiation and went on to complete several missions for his superiors. She later took the Right of Disappearance, seeking to leave her clan on good terms. She has been a mercenary for three years now, taking on a partner and doing oddjobs to provide.

Strengths: Attractive, charismatic, good with magic and a katana.
Weaknesses: Naive, free, and a little too trusting.

Character Theme Song:

Bio is unfinished... Will finish it later.

Spoiler:

Name: Alreis Enstringe
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Occupation: Cryomancer Lancer Mercenary

Skills and Abilities:

Spearman: An expert in the use of pole-arms, especially his personal weapon Levithein.

Chill Trained: Highly resistant to cold.

Brawler: Is skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

Mixed Martial Arts: Can alternate between attacking with a weapon and attacking with his body with ease.

Spells:

Intermediate Cryomancy: Has a middling level of control over ice magic.

Voice: Deep, deep bass. Like, to the point that at his deepest pitch you’d swear you were talking to a mountain. It’s very smooth and silky. A very attractive and powerful voice that compels you to listen and obey.
Appearance: He’s about six and a half feet tall, full, thick black hair almost reaching down to his eyes, very pale. Thin-lips; small ears; sharp, almond-shaped eyes the color of a frozen creek; strong jawline. Overall, nothing too irregular, though he is handsome. He’s wiry; slim-seeming but solid muscle. Alreis always dresses in pitch black clothing. He says it’s out of respect and mourning for all the townspeople from his home. He has long black trousers, torn and ragged at the hems, that drape over his coal-black, combat-scuffed boots, which reach a little past his ankle. A tight, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt, with a slightly lighter black vest with a collar reaching up just past his lips. And over all this, he wears a dark black trenchcoat with a dark, bloody-red fur lining that almost looks like it’s black, and several rows of buckles instead of buttons, though he never buckles it up. He also wears black leather gloves which only cover his fingers up to the proximal joint, also scuffed and dirtied by rough use in battle. He has an insignia he calls “Libra Scales” monogrammed in silver on the back of his coat and on the backs of his gloves.

He says it’s out of respect for the fallen. I say it’s just so he can look good and tough in all situations.


Personality: He’s very.... distant. Not mean, just disconnected. He doesn't always notice when someone’s talking to him, especially in groups, and he doesn’t chat much, opting to act instead. He almost never expresses emotion in the company of others. He’s the type to get his job done with as little fuss or distraction as possible, always setting himself and his party straight to work.
Likes: Cold, sour foods, peacetime, reading, exercise, being alive.
Dislikes: Heat, spicy or sweet foods, laziness, slaughter.

History: Alreis’ home was destroyed by very powerful monsters. He was the sole survivor, and wandered the frozen northland tundras as a wandering handiman for years before he came full circle and happened upon his home’s ruins. Something drew him to his old house, and when he found it, he noticed a staircase, exposed over the years by the gradual collapsing of the house. He descended it, and found it lead to a massive tunnel.

He walked for hours, and when he was beginning to consider turning around, ran face-first into a door, hidden by the darkness of the tunnel. Searching, he eventually gave up on finding the latch, opting to kick the door in instead. Like everything else, it crumbled. The room inside was lit by a strange, icy-blue light. The walls were plastered with tapestries and paintings of various men and women astride shining crystal dragons. Memory came unbidden to Alreis.

“Where is the serpent, weakling?”

His home was burning. His father had been eviscerated and impaled the instant the thing walked in the door, and was choking the life out of his mother as it asked her the question. Alreis was six years old, and curled up under the floorboards as he was, he had a perfect view of the monster killing his family. It was a Dragon Master, encased in spiked, burnished black iron plate, a wicked scythe-sword in its free hand. When Alreis’ mother wouldn’t answer, the man split her in half lengthwise. The blood from her wound slipped through the floorboards and onto Alreis. He was struggling to hard not to scream. To scream was to die. He didn’t want to die.

Alreis wasn’t having such luck when he remembered this. He came back to himself, screaming himself hoarse and crying miserably. He fell to his knees and sobbed, the grief, anxiety, and sense of helplessness overwhelming him. He was fifteen. The cold bit into his bones, gnawed at his very essence. And then a cool, calming blue light flooded the room. He looked up, tears of pain and fear blurring his vision, and saw it; the spear, christened "Leviathan" in a language long dead. He took it in his grasp, and immediately a calm swept over him. The rest is history.

Strengths: Cold, close-quarters combat, proximity to water, darkness.
Weaknesses: Heat, dryness, ranged combat.

Character Theme Song: Dead By April - Losing You

Alreis' partner. Sorry it took so long.

Name: Mizore Shirazuki
Age: 19
Race: Kistune
Gender: Female
Moral Alignment: True Neutral
Occupation: Thief, mercenary

Skills and Abilities: Mizore is very good at being not seen. Stealth is her forte and she knows it. She's very good with picking locks, as well as disabling and setting traps. She's also a smooth talker, often using charm and guile to get what she wants. Her twin daggers are deadly apart, and near unstoppable together.

Spells: Mizore can shape shift between her fox and human form, as well as have mixed physical attributes of the two.

Voice: A high soprano, seductive at times, but mostly kind and mysterious.
Appearance: Mizore stands at 5' 9", weighing 87 pounds in her human form. She is thin and well muscled, agile and swift. She usually wears light cloth clothing, pants and shirt, sometimes favoring sundresses when she wants to, preferring to dress in blues and yellows, using a leather jerkin and matching greaves over cloth pants when going into combat. Her belt and daggers are on at all times, and she rarely if ever is unarmed. She has dark red hair, that hangs shortly from her head, barely reaching the end of her neck. Her blue eyes are a striking contrast, and she retains these in fox form as well.

Personality: She doesn't like to take sides, but if she does she stays there unless given a damn good reason to leave. She has little use for laws and social codes, often drifting, but she likes to stay on the goodside of them, none the less. She'd rather have good neighbors than bad, but she doesn't like to classify herself as such.
Likes: Peace, riches, men, chocolate.
Dislikes: Prisons, death, bounty hunters, war.

History: Her history is boring and tedious to type out. It's not a very luxurious thing, and she picked up her skills from her father, who was a master thief before her.

Strengths: Sneaky, a kitsune, good with blades, attractive.
Weaknesses: Neutral, not the strongest, not seen as "a proper lady."

Character Theme Song:

Name: Selvanes Reliticual (Sel-Va-Nes Rel-iti-cual)
Age: 24
Race: Slesaven; A humanoid form of serpent, caused by an ancient curse of benevolent gods for turning away from them. They're haughty and reclusive, proud of themselves and a bit arrogant. Their skin is pale, and scale coverage can range from full covering, to patchy spots. Slesaven only possess two pointed teeth that jut out from under their lips act as a dispenser of a deadly poison. Unable to chew their food, they swallow it whole, often using tools to soften it so that they don't choke. Their tongue is forked and they are able to pick up different scents with it, just as a normal snake does. They can filter their vision between infrared and full color, depending on the light level. Their eyes are like that of a snake, slits of iris and pupil. They have upturned noses, nostrils apparent, whose only function if to draw in air. They tend to be a bit taller than their human brethren, as well as slimmer and more agile. Their bones are more flexible and flimsy than a normal humans, allowing them to be much more flexible and slip into places most can't. Slesaven etiquette requires the warning of imminent death if someone plans to get in your way in a bid for more power. Their society thrives on assassination, vengeance, a cruel sense of justice, and cold, unrelenting ambition.
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Occupation: Ranger, mercenary

Skills and Abilities: Selvanes is a shrewd negotiator, even with his childlike sur, and damn persuasive when he wants to be. He is a master with a blade and shield, unafraid to leap into combat when need be. He possess a natural poison in his fangs, which is able to shut down a regular human's nervous system in less than ten seconds. His most notable trait though, is the ability to communicate with any reptile, a rare gift even among his people.

Spells: Unfortunately, Selvanes is not magically gifted, relying more on potions and others for his magic.

Voice: A low hissing sound, soothing and foreign. He tries his best to not a slur as much as he can, but it's hard having only two teeth.
Appearance:  Slesaven is fully scaled, a pale gray of his skin. He's got the stereotypical snake eyes of his race, blue irises in the middle. His hair is a dark green, bordering near brown, growing to the top of his neck, with his bangs covering his eyes. He stands at 6' 7", and weighs 163 pounds, slim and wiry. He's quick and nimble, even more so than most of his race. His body mass is mostly legs, with his arms coming in second. He's very attractive, by his race's standards, and has a sort of exotic beauty about him. His clothing consists of a simple brown tunic and soft leather pants. He is rarely found out of his prized mithril plate-and-chain link armor, and his round iron shield is always on his back, as well as his prized silver longsword at his hip.

Personality: Unlike the rest of his race, he isn't the type of murder for his ambition, though it is still present. He's as power hungry as the next, but he has a set of built in morals he follows. He tries to aid people when he can, and tries his best to be liked. Vengence is something he is good at, having brought a cold and unforgiving wrath on many who hurt loved ones or friends, of the few he has. His most endearing trait though is the empathy he has for almost every creature, as he easily relates to almost everyone he meets.
Likes: Warmth, the feel of a weapon in his hand, helping people.
Dislikes: Death, running, cowardice, unneeded destruction.

History: Selvanes was exiled after he refused to murder his brother, and killed his father in self defense. He wandered for a while, before becoming a mercenary. He saved dime after dime, buying more expensive equipment until, finally, he was able to equip his current set. He has been partner's with Delyn for only a short time, but already counts her as a close friend.

Strengths: Skilled in combat, poisonous, good looking, well armored.
Weaknesses: A little hard to understand, slightly encumbered, bad reputation because of his race

Character Theme Song: Jack Sparrow's theme.

Name: Drake Erund
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Moral Alignment: True Nuetral
Occupation:(Should have mercenary somewhere here) Mercenary

Skills and Abilities:
-Sword fighting

Spells: n/a

Voice: Dayum sexeh
Appearance: Around 6'7" in height and has a muscular build. His skin color is a light tan color from training and his hair is a tannish-blond color and is very short and spikey with the occasional brown streak. Drake has a scar that goes from his right-shoulder to his left thigh right across his chest. His eyes are light blue in color.

Personality: Usually good natured, as long as you don't cross him.
Likes: Women, Good food.
Dislikes: Men, Bad Food

History: He was taught by his family to be a mercenary, and sent out very young to fulfill their wishes.

Strengths: Swordfighting, Making friends with his enemies, taking care of others.
Weaknesses: Betrayals

Character Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QODq6HhXnMM

Name Cassandra
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Marital Status: Single
Sexuality Bi-sexual
Family: N/A
Race: Human
Rank: N/A

Appearance:

Height: 6’2
Weight: 130 (Most of which is her Massive Ass and Breasts) (Breasts are 38G’s)
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Shoulder length, and blood red
Skin: Fair, no flaws are seen anywhere.
Clothing/Armor: http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120929150519/bleachfanfiction/images/a/a0/Red-hair-xD-anime-girls-15984665-420-599.jpg
Weapons: None
Defensive Items: None
Extra Items: Sleeping Pills… LOTS of sleeping pills

Skills/Abilities:
-Martial Arts, she learned them before she lost her memory.
-Persuasive
-Agile

Weaknesses:
-She lost her memory, so she is sometimes confused.

Personality: She is very nice, often persuading people to get what she wants. When that fails, she’ll often slip a sleeping pill into their drink, and take what she wants.

History: She doesn’t remember her history, so she took up being a waitress, and earned quite a lot of money… and sometimes a slap on the ass… which she got revenge for, evilly. Anyone who messes with her often ends up passing out, and waking up next to a Seven foot Gay man named Bruno.